“I want to stay with you, Kenna. More than you can possibly know.” He cupped her jaw, his thumb caressing her lower lip. “But if I stayed, I’d know I’m not being the man I need to be—the man I can be—for you. And you deserve someone strong. Someone who isn’t afraid to be that man. Someone who strives to be him.”
She took in his words in silence, her eyes dancing back and forth between his. “Is that you?”
He’d spent so many years wishing it could’ve been. Wanting, with everything in him, for her to be his. Because God knew he was already hers. “I hope so. I want it to be. So fucking much.” He dropped his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and breathing her in. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, and the only thing I regret is not telling you sooner.”
Kenna wrapped her arms around his waist, her fists clenched against his bare back. “We wasted so much time.”
At her words, his heart ached and soared at once, knowing for sure she felt the same way he did. He pulled back, cupping her face in his hands and ducking so he was eye level with her. “But we’ve got all the time in the world in front of us.”
“We don’t, though. I’m off to State in two days, and you’re—” She broke off, her eyes filled with worry. “Who knows where you’ll be, or when you’ll be able to come home.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. People do long distance all the time, Kenna. It’ll be hard, but we can make it work.” The more he said, the more confident he felt. They could make this work. They would. “I’ll come home on breaks and call every chance I get. We can send emails and even Skype. Couples do it all the time.”
“Is that what we are?” Leave it to Kenna not to beat around the bush.
For years, he’d worried what would become of their friendship if he told her this, if he gave her his truth. But they didn’t have years anymore. It was now or never, and he’d be damned if he went off to basic training without telling her exactly how he felt. “It’s what I want to be.”
Kenna’s eyes brightened, pure happiness radiating from her. God, why had he waited so long to tell her? “Me too.”
“Yeah?” he asked with a smile, wrapped an arm around her waist, and tugged her closer. Lifted her right off the ground until they were nose-to-nose.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair. “Yeah.”
There was no stopping his body’s reaction now. He had the woman he loved in his arms, every inch of her pressed against him, and she’d just agreed to be his. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“I was sort of hopin’ you would…”
He pressed his lips against her smiling ones, and she melted into him. The kiss turned from chaste to scorching in one-point-seven seconds. With a palm on her ass, he lifted her higher against him, groaning into her mouth when he felt the heat of her pussy through her shorts. She ground down on his hard cock, and if he weren’t careful, he’d come in his pants like he’d done the first time they’d made out when he was fifteen.
Turning, he pressed her against the wall, pinning her there with his hips. Her chin was red from his stubble, her lips puffy thanks to his hungry mouth. Her breaths came out in pants, her chest rising and falling in a fast rhythm. He wanted under her bikini top. Wanted to feel her breasts in his hands, her nipples against his tongue. He wanted her moaning because of him.
“Do it,” she whispered.
Not needing any further encouragement, he reached up and untied the knot at the base of her neck, watching in stunned silence as the bikini top fell away from her chest and bared her breasts to him. They were pale and creamy, a stark contrast to her golden, tanned skin, but that just made him harder. No one got to see this part of her. No one but him.
“Kenna.” Jesus, was that his voice? All gravelly and hoarse, filled with need.
She tightened her legs around him, rocking against his dick and pulling his head toward her chest with each thrust. As hot as it’d be to hear her say the words, to tell him exactly what she wanted, he was damn glad she didn’t. He’d have no chance in hell of staving off his orgasm if he heard her utter the words, “Suck on my tits, Hud.”
Christ, even the thought of them had him pulsing in his trunks, his cock seeking the heat between her legs. But still, he let her guide him straight to her chest, and he didn’t stop until he had one perfect pink nipple in his mouth.
Kenna’s moans became a constant string from the first touch of his tongue against her. She clutched him harder, rocked against him faster. Her panting breaths swept across his neck, and their joint groans filled up the space around them, their sounds bouncing off the walls.
“Hud—” She broke off on a gasp, her short nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna—”
Her whole body went stiff, her legs tightening around him, her feet locked at the base of his spine pulling him to her, and he was all too happy to oblige. He pushed his dick against her and sucked hard on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue as she came apart in his arms.
With each puff of air that escaped Kenna’s lips, she relaxed infinitesimally in his arms until she was a boneless, sated heap. He pulled back and met her eyes, certain she could see the desire radiating from his. He was hard as a fucking rock, and his dick was pissed that he’d been put through this not once but twice in one day. Hudson needed to come, and it wouldn’t take much more than a soft breeze against his bare cock to get him there.
He wanted to feel her hands on him. Wanted even more to sink between those lush, pink lips. But more than anything, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her.
“You’re hard,” she said.
He breathed out a laugh and squeezed her ass, pressing her against him. “You just came all over my dick, so yeah.”
She stared at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she sank her fingers into his hair. Pulled him close to her and pressed her lips right against his ear. “Take me to the bedroom, Hud.”
Mac had dreamed about this more times than she could count. Had woken up in the throes of an orgasm to the remembrance of what Hudson had done to her when she was fast asleep.
Except she wasn’t asleep now.
Hudson was sure and solid beneath her questing fingers, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he carried her down the hall and toward his bedroom. Lord, she couldn’t keep her hands from roaming if she tried. And she had no interest in trying.
He was more solid than she’d anticipated, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back filling out and bulking up since the last time she’d been given free rein to do this. Although, even back then, she hadn’t truly been able to get her fill. To touch him everywhere and every way she’d wanted to, for fear of being too greedy. Of giving herself and her feelings away.
To hell with that. She was going to be greedy now before she no longer had the chance.
Hudson’s mouth sought hers, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he growled low in his throat when she ran her short nails lightly over his nipples. “Kenna,” he said, her name a clear warning on his tongue, but she was never one to heed them.
She tended instead to dive headfirst into danger with a smile on her face.
Letting that smile sweep over her lips, she ran her nails over him again, this time rocking her center against his erection. With a choked sound, he dug his fingers into her ass. He might have intended to still her movements with the harsh grip, but that lasted for all of about two seconds before he started guiding her against him, encouraging her to press down harder, move faster.
“Hurry.” With her lips pressed against his, she spoke the words straight into his mouth, their eyes locked together. She didn’t know why she said the word, though. She didn’t want to hurry. She wanted to freeze time so she could take in everything. Wanted to pause so she could remember this forever.
His grip was unrelenting, his eyes heavy with want. And his skin might as well have been on fire for the heat he was putting off. She shuddered in his arms, the tips of her breasts brushing
against his chest with every step he took, her body still primed from her orgasm. Had she seriously come all over him thanks to a dry-hump and his mouth on her nipples? What the hell was going to happen when they were actually naked together?
As soon as Hudson stepped over the threshold to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them. Never mind the fact that they were the only people there. But she sort of loved that. Closing that door was like blocking out the rest of the world so it could be just the two of them.
He reached back and unhooked her legs from around him, then allowed her to slide down the front of his body. She almost moaned at just the feel of him against her stomach. He was so hard, his cock tenting the front of his swim trunks like it was seeking her heat again.
But before she could reach for him, before she could feel him in her hand, he sank to his knees on the ground in front of her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he held her tightly as he stared. Just…stared. He was nearly eye level with her breasts, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed or nervous.
This was Hudson. Her best friend and the only boy she’d ever loved. She’d stand in front of him naked for twenty days straight if he promised to keep looking at her exactly how he was.
“You’re so gorgeous, Kenna.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything at all. She’d never before considered herself gorgeous. Cute, sure. But gorgeous? That was reserved for someone like her eldest sister, Rory, with her sundresses and her perfectly done hair and nails. But, Mac? When her favorite thing to wear was a baseball hat, cutoffs, and one of Hudson’s old T-shirts? Hardly.
Except…Hudson was staring at her like she was. Like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
He untied the knot between her breasts before tossing her swimsuit top to the side. With aching slowness, he undid the button of her cutoffs, then slid down the zipper, giving the denim a little push over her hips until they fell to a puddle at her feet. Her swimsuit bottoms were no longer wet from the lake but from something else entirely. He’d gotten her so worked up, she’d nearly soaked through the material, and her cheeks bloomed with heat. All he had to do to find out just how much he’d affected her was run a finger over her.
But when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hip bone, then along the line of her bottoms, it wasn’t his fingers she was worried about anymore.
They’d done this before, exactly once—same as everything else. And while it’d felt damn good to have his mouth on her—however brief it had been—she hadn’t been able to get out of her head long enough to actually enjoy it, too worried about how she’d looked, how she’d tasted, how she’d smelled.
“Hud…”
He lifted his eyes to hers, and every single uncertainty she had floated away. The look in his eyes spoke volumes—he was ravenous for her. And who was she to deprive him?
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gripped the sides of her bottoms but didn’t pull them down. Instead, he nudged the front of the material with his lips, brushing a kiss against where she ached for him.
She gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head to steady herself. It was a wonder she wasn’t in a puddle on the floor just like her shorts.
And her bottoms.
Hudson whipped them down her legs so fast, she nearly stumbled, but he caught her with a tight arm around her upper thighs. And then she was going down anyway. He laid her on the bed, yanked her ass to the edge of the mattress, and spread her wide for him.
Sweet Lord, she didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the hunger in his eyes, too afraid of what she was showing in her own. But she couldn’t look away either.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her inner thigh before licking a path straight up the center of her. Moaning low in her throat, she dropped back on her elbows, making sure to keep Hudson in her line of sight. There was no freaking way she could look away from the piercing determination in his eyes. She’d never seen anything hotter than the sight of him in that moment, the bottom half of his face obscured between her spread legs, his eyes boring straight into hers as he licked her over and over.
From below, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, his fingers digging into the outer flesh, as if he were attempting to hold himself together through only that touch on her skin. He caressed her with his lips and tongue, eventually adding his fingers in what was obviously an effort to make her lose her mind. And she did, too. She rocked against his hand and mouth as two of his fingers settled deep inside her and his tongue focused solely on her clit. She’d just come in the other room, but that didn’t stop her orgasm from crashing over her, the waves of pleasure rolling through her body as she moaned his name.
Holy shit, had anything ever felt this good? There was no freaking way. She was blissed out of her mind, high on not one but two orgasms, and if he’d give her just a minute, she’d return the favor. She just needed to catch her breath and—
The wiry hairs of his legs brushed against her spread thighs as he moved to stand between them. He was already naked, already rolling a condom down—where the hell had he gotten that?—his substantial length, his eyes filled with pure, unadulterated need.
“Wait,” she said, reaching for him, “I wanted to—”
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Next time. As it is, I’ll be lucky if I last two minutes. If you had your mouth on my cock?” He breathed out a laugh, his gaze focused where he ran the tip of his erection through her center, making her gasp at the contact.
Gripping himself in one hand and her hip in the other, he teased them both before slipping down and pressing inside her. Mac’s breath caught in her throat as he pushed forward, easing his length into her. Good Lord, it hadn’t felt like this the last time they’d done it.
Hudson’s mouth hung open, his eyes pinging back and forth between her eyes and where he was sliding into her. He took his time, even though he could’ve slid home immediately because of how wet she was. Instead, he crept forward, letting her feel every single thick inch of him as he settled deep inside her. And when he was—when he was as deep as he could get, his hips pressed against her inner thighs—he finally exhaled on a shudder.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”
She wanted to voice her agreement, wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Nothing but moans and gasps. He felt good—so good—but he was too far away. As much as she loved watching him, the sun against his back outlining him in bright light like some kind of sex angel, she wanted him closer. Needed to feel his skin pressed against hers as he rocked inside her.
“C’mere.” She beckoned him closer with her arms outstretched, and he came, dropping down to rest his forearms on either side of her head.
“Kenna—” He broke off on a moan when she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist, causing him to slide even deeper. Every muscle in his body locked tight, his jaw clenched, as he obviously attempted to hang on to some thread of control. “I can’t… I’m not gonna last.”
Reaching up, she brushed his hair back from his face, then wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She slid her tongue between his lips and felt him relax into the kiss though his cock still throbbed inside her.
“So, don’t,” she said against his mouth. “You already made me come twice. This is all for you.”
He groaned and dropped his head to her neck as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, taking up a fast, punishing rhythm as he panted against her.
She clung to Hudson, reveling in the fact that she’d done this to him. Had made him so crazy with want he couldn’t control himself anymore. She didn’t need an hour of fucking where she came another four times—as if that’d ever happen. She didn’t need perfection because that had never been them. She needed him. Raw and wild and completely uncensored.
Besides, it wasn’t like this was the only time they were going to do this. She didn’t need for this to be
the perfect sex session, because there’d be plenty of tim—
Hudson’s groan ripped the thought from her mind as he settled deep inside her, his cock pulsing with his release while he chanted her name over and over again.
Mac held him, her arms wrapped around him as if she could keep him with her through sheer force of will alone. But it didn’t matter if the thought had been snatched away, because it was burrowing itself into every crevice of her mind, making her focus on only that. They didn’t have plenty of time together. And what they did have wasn’t guaranteed.
Her throat tightened, her eyes filling with tears that threatened to fall, but she refused to let them. She’d cried enough today, and she had no intention of doing it again. Instead, she held on to Hudson tighter. Held on with everything she had. Knowing, in the end, it wasn’t going to be enough.
Mac couldn’t sleep. Given she’d just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life—twice—she should’ve been out like a light. Instead, she stared at Hudson like a creeper, watching the smooth lines of his face as he breathed deeply in sleep. Where peace had eluded her, he seemed to be wrapped in it, the normally taut lines of his face and jaw relaxed and soft.
She couldn’t help herself from reaching out and touching him, running her fingers down the edge of his jaw, rough from his stubble. She traced the outline of his lips, her mind flashing back to everything they’d done to her in the past few hours as a bolt of heat shot down between her legs. He’d made her come multiple times tonight, and still, she wanted more. She was selfish and greedy, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed or ashamed of it.
Instead of waking him as he’d suggested she do after their last round and before he’d promptly fallen asleep, she curled up next to him. Resting her ear over his beating heart, she closed her eyes and breathed him in, trying to exhale the ache that had settled deep inside her ever since he’d told her his plans.
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